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Thou mighteſt then have turned wrath
To mercy then, and mercy got,
But now the Lord is very loath,
And all thy cries not worth a jot.
Ah Peter then what ſhall I do?
He will not hear me as I fear,
Shall I deſpair of mercy too!
No, no, I'll truſt in mercy dear:
And if I periſh here I'll ſtay,
And never go from heaven bright,
I'll ever hope and always pray
Until I get my Saviour's ſight,
I think indeed now you are right,
If you had faith you could win in;
Importune then with all your might,
Faith is the feet where with you come:
It is the hands will hold him faſt,
But weak faith never may preſume:
'Twi l let you ſink and be aghaſt,
Strongly believe or you're undone.
But good Saint Peter let me be,
Had you ſuch faith, did it abound,
When you did walk upon the ſea
Were you not likely to be drowned,
Had not your Saviour helped thee,
Who care and took the by the hand,
So can my Lord do unto me,
And bring me to the promiſed land,
Is my faith weak? yet he is ſtill
The ſame and ever ſhall remain:
His mercies laſt and his good will,

To bring me to his flock again.